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I narrow my eyes when both he and my sister suddenly become awfully fascinated with the table I know he has the hots for Ains but I’ve already uy—one of the best I know—but he hasn’t been very discriinity at fifteen My sister doesn’t need to get mixed up in that shit

“What kind of stuff?” I ask

“Go to the mall,” he answers “I have to find a birthday present for my mom, so I’ll probably drop in that damn purse store she like Maybe check out the new LeBrons while I’m there Stuff like that”

There’s so it for now because I have to et back to class

“I’eles, I place a kiss on Jazz’s cheek as I stand She stiffens as I expected, and out of the corner of“I’ll see you in Lit, babe”

I have to bite backatwith her would be so much fun?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JAZZ

It see behind their queens By the time lunch rolled around, I’d been subjected to countless taunts, trip attempts, insults, and shoulder checks For whatever reason, all the guys are staying as far away from me as possible, but there’s plenty of female students to pick up the slack I al her to meet me in the library for lunch, but then I realized that wouldand I refused to do that

I will aduys sat down at our table, knowing how much it bothered Peyton I know it’s petty, but after theI’d had, I don’t feel bad about it Unfortunately, Kingston’s little stunt only made the catty behavior even worse for the second half of the day, but it was almost worth it to see the look on my evil stepsister’s face

Speaking of Kingstonfor e, and he went home to do the sa a pair of skinny jeans, a plain red t-shirt, and my favorite pair of Chucks Thankfully, neither Madeline or my father are

home—no surprise there They would both probably shit a brick if they sawthe house in this outfit I don’t understand what their probleht with me, but they’vebesides underere bought at a thrift shop, but they’re all in good condition It’s not like I’ faded or stained Maybe they would approve if I called it vintage instead of second hand I snort at the thought

I take one last glance in theout a few stray hairs froston Davenport—asshole extraordinaire I shouldn’t try looking good for hi anywhere with hias he seemed at first, I don’t think he would ever physically hurt uy But I do think he’s capable of souard up I need to re mission My stupid hor me to want him

Kingston knows so And I need to knohat that is, so here we go I step outside and see a shiny white Range Rover parked in front of the door Kingston’s behind the wheel and he pops the locks when I approach the passenger side

I climb into the tan leather interior that still bears that new car smell “Where’s your car?”